Is It Karma or Just Bad Luck?

This morning, it was snowing, I was pissed. I love cold weather, but not when I'm in a skirt with leggings, running on three hours of sleep(well, gotta be a bit positive, at least it wasn't the usual one or two hours of sleep I get), rushing to the bus so I'm not late a third time this week. You already guessed it, I tripped and fell on my ass. But no, it gets worse, as I'm already down on the ground, I slide down my entire driveway which is huge. My books fell in the snow, my butt's got snow on it(nobody wants a snowy butt, come on. lol.), and my right ankle was bleeding like there was no tomorrow. I made it right on time though, the bus was coming towards me just as I stopped at the bus stop. I asked the bus driver if she had a band aid...the old bitch ignored me. Fuck her. She isn't as bad as my bus driver as last year though, he's a prick. This lady though, I would rock n sock 'em her, I don't give a fuck that she's 80. Now that we're on her...I kinda looked at her and hoped my mom doesn't get like that when she's older. She has similiar glasses and my mom wears hat on her bad hair days. Idk, just hope to God that that doesn't happen to mom. She's been a great person, she doesn't deserve to end up like that bitch of a bus driver. Anyways, luckily some nice boy had some band aids for me. Very nice of him. :) He asked if I needed another, I said no thanks but thank you so much for this one. I purposely flicked the band aid wrappers at the garbage so it'd get on her floor instead of the garbage. Don't ignore me on a shitty morning..bitch. When I got in, I told Kate and Jason. Jason gave me a big hug and gave me about four band aids. :) In a way it's good I got hurt cause I got the opportunity to realize people DO care about me and I should STOP saying people DON'T. When I got home, my dad like jumped, cleaned it, put some creme on it, and a huge band-aid. I love my dad so much. Speaking of dads, I truly do feel bad for anyone that does not have a father. I wish everyone had my dad cause he really ist he best dad ever.
So, my guidance counselor, which is extremely pretty and I am quite found of her(not in that way XD) told me I could get honor roll this marking period. I'm a bit sad that I let my depression get in the way of me doing homework. It's just hard to keep going when you're so lonely all the time though. I won't give up..
So yeah, onto my subject title: Is It Karma or Just Bad Luck?
I've been told constantly by, mostly Anthony, that karma is a bitch. I feel this is a sign even though I do not believe in it. I believed in karma when I was much younger, maybe seventh or eigth grade, maybe younger, maybe sixth. I know I'm nasty, I know I'm rude, I know I don't let it phase me when I break someone's heart. But those aren't the things that fucking make me. So Karma, shut the fuck up, get your sweetie pie and make out with her on your Italian leather couch. The thing that happened this morning and my sudden disinterest to succeed could be my bad karma...but it could just be my bad luck. "So I'll blame it on bad luck..." Ohhh and my ipod no longer works. It's so hard to function right without music in the morning, it really is. I'd blast some Butch Walker, but I don't have a CD player. =X
Hmm..that's all for now. I try to keep this as positive as possible, I've had too much of my fair share of negative blogs.
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